Imperfectly Beautiful

I began to be very conscious of my body at a very young age. As early as the 9th year of my life, I knew that my teeth were bad and I would never have a nice round big butt.I was a skinny kid and I was constantly reminded by everyone around me.As an adult, I still battle with my physical flaws and insecurities, but each day, I am beginning to accept the things I cannot change, and the things I honestly want to change anymore.We all strive to be beautiful and perfect, just for acceptance.But guess what? Imperfection is far fetched. We are all flawed humans.And that’s alright.